i started out the day in the neon salem library trying to judge whether the 4 bookcases making an X shape was equivalent to the X in indiana jones’ library adventure with sean connery. i experimented with some of the metal statuary as digging tools to break down the linoleum floor and find the underground crypt, but 15 minutes parking space overruled my love of breaking and entering on corpses, and we left the library behind for portland.
today we went to mississippi, alberta, gay coffeehouses, and nob hill. also a tree covered roadway with tunnels west of nob hill when we briefly got lost in the forest of portland. it was very sudden. a sudden forest. with sucking tunnels. and then we were goners. first nob hill lured us in with the fancy houses on the hill that we could never afford. even if we had broken into the salem library burial chambers and found gold dubloons ringing the necks of all the potential perverted sexual victims, we never could have afforded these places. well, actually, this is portland, probably then we could have. though we might have to register with the sex offenders guild. assuming we followed through with the necrophilia. does that even count? i mean, maybe if it was a 12 year old dead body. right, houses, and then trees. and tunnels. moss everywhere and a valley. portland disappeared again. into the rain or the bridges of yesterday.
we found ourselves again when shopping for t-shirts.
dinner consisted of john’s childhood friends being hilarious and way too much thai food. now it’s time to curl up in my bed for at least 9 hours. maybe 10. man, i love sleeping. and tomorrow, it’s time for vernonia.
